CHAPTER 162
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The ballroom of the Solstice Grand Hotel shimmered with elegance. Crystal chandeliers bathed the polished marble in warm gold, and string quartets played softly in the corners. The air was thick with perfume, champagne, and empty compliments.

It was the night of the gala—Everhart Holdings’ annual celebration, attended by CEOs, investors, foreign dignitaries, and those who thrived in corporate facades.

In the midst of that dazzling opulence walked a man who didn't fit the aesthetic.

Javier Everhart.

He wore no tailored tuxedo. No gleaming watch. His outfit was simple: a black button-up shirt, dark trousers, and scuffed dress shoes that had seen too many pavements. His hair, though combed back neatly, held no product, and his expression was unreadable.

He looked like the help.

And they treated him accordingly.

“Is he lost?” someone whispered behind a jeweled hand fan.

“I think he’s a driver for one of the guests.”

“No, look at those shoes. Maybe hotel staff.”

The mockery followed him li
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